Footsteps faintly clicking against the tiled floor of the Health Center, Misha couldn't help be think on what was he doing here in the first place. Was it for the young students he swore to 'tend to when they were sick' under the name of Hippocrates or what is for his own personal motives. Either way he's already here with all the complete facilities a doctor (or a general practitioner with a few units in psychology) would ever want.

Walking over to the twin glass doors that prevented anyone from going in, the Serbian hummed a small tune as he casually took out his keys to unlock them. "Today's another day~" he said to himself with that everlasting smile on his face.

There's one thing that would always set Misha Nikolai Chernobog from the rest of the world and that is the smile that would never leave his face. Although that smile can sometimes fool someone since they can never really tell if he was bemused or extremely angry. Oh and to note, he seems to be one of the few staff members who LOVE to go against the dress code, seeing that he prefers to keep his hair long and clothes that somewhat... looks like a uniform of some sort.

"Well enough about that reflection moment best I wait for those pupils in my office. Bet they'll just swing by to sleep and skip classes~" he said to himself with a chuckles as he walked off towards his office. "Ahhhh kids... they get more and more interesting over the years~ "

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Sonja winced and complained at every step she made as she limped to the school's clinic. Blood trickled down from her knee to her ankle as she continued to make baby steps to Valhalla. She injured her right knee when she was in her P.E. class. She slipped when she 'accidentally' (her reason) stepped on a banana peel and slipped while she was about to dig-pass the volleyball ball to the opposing team. It was obviously the lamest reason in the book, and there is no way Sonja would totally admit that she has no effing idea on how to play the game itself. Well, she may be good in Track-and-Field, but it's not like she's best friends with a ball. Nope, no.

She was assisted by a random classmate of hers who volunteered to bring her to the clinic. Sonja's eyes were narrowed painfully and her cheeks were all flushed when they arrived in the clinic. At last, she could rest and see her knee clean and blood-free.

"Doctor, patient." Her classmate let Sonja sit on the bed and left her with a bow. The Russian gave her thanks under a raspy voice as she tried to endure the stinging pain coming from her huge scab. "I-itai..." She hissed, her green irises avoiding to see the bad blood that seem to ooze out endlessly from her swollen epidermis.

"For someone who looks quite tough you can be quite sensitive to simple bruises~" Misha commented airily as he held a white box with a red cross at the dead center that's about the size of a briefcase and knelt in front of Sonja while settling the said case beside him. "Quite cute if you ask me...~" he added with a rather sincere smile at here before proceeding to open the box.

Inside was a rather complete and organized first aid set with bottle of antiseptics ranging from simple cuts to chemical burns, sterile gauze, cotton, a wash bottle with distilled water for chemicals that seemed to get into the eyes for those hard headed students who don't wear their lab goggles, smelling salts for the "faint hearted" and so on.

As they always say, don't go to the battlefield if you're not prepared.

Taking out a bottle of alcohol, and cotton using his forceps, Misha looked up at the senior girl straight to the eyes with a small reassuring smile. "This will sting a little so promise me you won't kick me or anything, da?" he could't help but let a bit of Russian slip out of his lips, accenting his English lightly.

Sonja blinked and tilted her head as she noticed the accent coming from the doctor's voice. "Russian, I assume?" She says this in Russian. She winced a bit as the man started treating her knee. She couldn't help but let a soft moan slip her lips as the doctor continued to pat the damped cotton on the scab.

"Serbian to be exact but the tongue's a bit the same. I studied in Moscow so I had to learn Russian to an extent." Misha replied back in fluent Russian with his everlasting smile. To be honest he was quite relieved that someone can talk in a language he was comfortable with. It took him a while to have better english but it did not hinder some co-workers into nicknaming him as "That Commie" or any other names that are related to communism. "Russian too?"

The injury wasn't all that bad which somewhat made Misha have mixed feelings. One side would want to just strap this girl on one of the beds provided and listen to those cute moans of pain while his sensible side wants to just gently give her some sense of relief from the pain.

Gently replacing the used alcohol swab with a cotton dampened with Povidone-Iodine to ensure added combat from infection, he stroked the oozing yet tingling pinked flesh with slightly trembling hands. A definite first for the doctor he must admit.

With that done in a few strokes, he sealed the would with a bandage and gently tied the ends in a knot. "There. All done~"

Sonja sighed in relief. "Thank you" She said, still speaking in her preferred language. "Half. My father is Russian. And I believe my mother was from here." She stood up, holding the bed's railings as her support. She winced a bit.

"I believe you can't fight until you're fully healed, my lady." Binesi said with a concerned tone. Sonja just sighed inwardly then grunted, annoyed at the idea that she won't be training in the Limbo for a while. Her legs are her assets and her feat for survival, she feels useless without them.

Noting on how she winced, he could pretty much guess that the pressure given on the said leg would probably won't let her walk properly for about a week or so. "I suggest you please stay put for a bit and rest. I daresay that foot of yours is making you paler than the examination sheets for finals." he stated in a bemused manner, stowing away his medical kit as he spoke.

"You won't be able to give much pressure on that leg for, let's say, a week and a half approximately...." he stated as he sat down on the bed opposite to her, "But if you insist of leaving the ward immediately I can provide you with crutches~" he offered to her.

He had to admit, she is cute.

"Ah how rude of me. May I know my patient's name then?"a

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"WHAT? A WEEK!?" She exclaimed what was meant to be only in her mind. "A-Ah-" Her cheeks turned into a dark shade of peach as she realized how she over reacted a few seconds ago.

"A week." She whimpered inwardly, Sonja couldn't accept the fact that she has to go on hiatus from shadow-hunting. Her Persona, Binesi, couldn't help but sigh and just smile sheepishly at her master.

"S-Sonja... Sonja Gennedi..." She sat on the bed, wincing as she placed a little pressure on her right knee after taking a seat. Blood started to spot the white patch as she finally relaxed on her place. The Russian accidentally saw this and resulted to fight her own gag-reflexes.

"Shit..." She thought while she covered her mouth with her hand and gulped roughly, tasting a bit of her lunch as it attempted to crawl up her throat. Sonja looked away and pretended to gaze at the window. Very little knew about her Hemophobia, specifically Owen and Kaikou. She doesn't even have the slightest idea on how she got that phobia. She just never liked the sight of blood. "I... want to rest here, if it's alright..., Doctor?" She said, her tone rather soft.

Misha blinked on her reaction, primarily confused on how she reacted. Kids her age would usually cheer because it's either they can miss a class they hate (like PE), have classmates carry their books for them, be a one day hero if the injury was due to something, etc. But her's was entirely different and it, of course, piqued his interest. Outwardly his face would have this generic look in them but inside, he was smirking rather mischievously.

'I know that look~' Mephistopheles smirked beside him, but just like every other Persona, he couldn't be seen until called for battle.

"Gennedi, hm?" Misha repeated softly, feigning deafness on his persona as he walked over his desk to write down her name in an empty card for record purposes (as it was standard and required but it somewhat benefits him). "By all means you can rest here. But first, let me change those bandages of yours. You seemed to have opened it up quite nicely there." he added, looking over at her with a kind smile.

Sonja heaved a soft sigh of relief. She felt lighter when she overcame her Hemophobic tendencies. She took a glimpse of the doctor and smiled a bit for respect's sake. Misha seemed different from any other doctors that worked here. He smiles. Well, it seems that he always smiles. She couldn't help but grimace at the thought that he might scare the children in the elementary division with that smile of his. What only lacked is a mask and a scalpel. Sonja shuddered and remembered the horror movies that Owen used to watch openly in the dorm. She could never take them on. Let her fight a huge distorted shadow, but don't let her watch horror movies.

It didn't take Misha long that much to clean the would and re-apply the bandages compared to earlier and within a few minutes he was placing his first aid kit at it's designated place.

"At what period would you like me to send you back, Miss Gennedi?" he asked in Russian, looking back at the tanned girl right behind him. "If I estimate it correctly, you're missing fifth period as of the moment. Would you like me to send you off before the sixth starts?"

Despite being a rather cruel guy himself, Misha knows how to draw a line between is 'hobby' and his career. In times like these, he has to be the professional he has sworn to be.

'Say~ Aren't you a bit too soft on this one, Nikolai?' Mephistopheles sneered at his Persona-user, loving the fact that it irked the man just a bit.

'Quiet you. I'm just being professional.' Misha retorted silently at the Devil himself.

'Oho~ whatever you say~'

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Sonja shook her head. "I'll be fine. It doesn't hurt skipping a class or two." She smiled sheepishly. "It really hurts, so I don't think I can focus much on the lecture if I force myself." She glanced at her wound then sighed, mentally cursing the sport just had caused her suffering.

"But my lady, I think it's best if you leave this clinic. That man gives me the bad vibes." Binesi warned as her ashen grey eyes glared coldly at the doctor.

"Very well then. I'll leave you to rest for a bit." the Serbian smiled as he turned to walk to his office, apparently trying to hold back the urge to pin the other at that bed. She was giving him off vibes that seemed to drive him over the edge, a feeling that the cold doctor could not understand himself.

Misha just kept quiet, already used to how Mephistopheles would work around him. Just let him have his fun, he is the Devil after all. But he has to admit, the urges he was starting to have... it makes his heart thump hard.

Sonja decided to lie down, carefully bringing her leg up to the bed in a stiff manner. She slipped out a soft groan as she felt the pain again. It seems like she fractured her knee. She'll just call Kaikou or Owen to escort her later to the hospital, she feels very vulnerable right now.

Her eyelids began to be heavy and then, in a matter of seconds, she fell asleep.

Binesi on the other hand, stood by the bed, watching her mistress have her beauty sleep. She narrowed her keen gray eyes and glanced around, argus-eyed at the doctor. "If he touches you, I will manifest myself." She growled protectively.

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'I don't know about you but I'd like to have my own fun~ It's about damn time we skirmished over someone!' Mephistopheles poked at his User with a grin, scarlet eyes partly on the girl lying on the hospital bed not too far from the office as well as the Persona protectively hovering beside her. As human cannot see their personas unless summoned, Personas, although spirits, can see other Personas. But it's none to sure if both can really see each other.

He knew that despite all the control Misha tries to impose on him, he's still more powerful than his so-called Master. Leaning closer to the other, he whispered with a grin. 'I know you want her. Don't worry~ I'll back you up. What interests me is her persona~'

That definitely took the Serbian over the edge.

Surprising his very own persona by standing up and directly walking over to Sonja. "I leave the rest to you, Mephistopheles..." he said rather audibly and coolly as a blue card slipped out of his sleeve and into his hand, then crushing as it landed on his hand.

It didn't take long, as the words escaped his lips, that the whole room around the four changed drastically. The windowed walls suddenly became windowless and hospital wings suddenly resembled into a sick love motel-like dungeon, minus the splashes of hot pink and hearts.

Misha wasted no time approaching the bed, ignoring the fact that Sonja's persona may manifest any moment. Then again he wasn't that worried since his own will have his share of fun as well.

A falcon screech suddenly echoed in the air as the scene dramatically changed into a love-motel-looking room. Binesi automatically manifested itself and immediately blocked Misha's way with her gigantic golden steel wings. "I knew it." She hissed at the man as she blocked his way.

Sonja groaned and opened her eyes weakly. She narrowed it in a painful manner as fuchsia and red flashed brightly before her eyes. "W-Where am I?" She mumbled then sat up gingerly then wore her black-rimmed eyeglasses.

". . ." Her eyes widened at the sight. "Binesi!?" Her mind pondered on how her persona summoned itself without her permission. Sonja forced herself to stand up and then, by habit, remove her shoes and top. The gold thin lines around her ankles suddenly glowed and morphed into a huge and thick anklets, automatically did her trademark fighting stance.

"Stand back, my lady, I told you this doctor is dangerous." She growled coldly at her mistress while giving Misha her piercing icy stares. "You can't fight with physical attacks right now, since you're injured." Binesi glared at Sonja.

"I'm your master. If I say I can manage, then that means I can." The empress stated, her green hawk-eyes staring at Misha, showing no hint of dismay.

"..." The persona returned her gaze at the doctor. "Very well, my lady." Binesi said, deadpan.

"Mephistopheles... you know what to do." Misha instructed his Persona in which Mephistopheles did not hesitate to reply as it swooped over to Binsei. "Hello gorgeous~ Sorry but you'll have to play with me first before you can play with that guy over there." the Devil grinned at the bird-woman as he lunged at her, giving Misha ample time to make a move on Sonja.

Misha on his part, although a part of him tells him that his target ca barely defend herself thanks to an injury, put into mind that she could still be as dangerous as a lioness. Then again, would that make it even more fun?

Ignoring the fact that there are blades on his target's ankles and could possibly injure himself, he lunged at Sonja and without giving her ample time to protest, pressed his lips hard against hers, holding both of her wrists above her head firmly with an iron grip.

"Mhmmf--!?" Sonja's eyes widened at the unexpected action. A part of her wanted to protest while the other half wanted to melt under that kiss. She tried to push him away but it was useless. The pain coming from her knee throbbed painfully, thus affecting every nerve in her body. Her knees buckled against the other as she finally gave in.

"B-... Binesi..." She stared at her persona with watery half-lidded eyes.

"Tch" Binesi spread her wings then pierced a swift double-fangs attack at Mephistopheles. "Sonja!" She exclaimed, pointing her right armored-hands at Misha, plotting to cast a Zionga upon him.

'Ah, ah~ I don't think I can let you near Nikolai that easily~' Mephistopheles sneered at the winged Persona. Unfortunately for Binsei, Mephistopheles had the ability to null any pierce attack and thus overlooked that not a single scratch was laid upon his body (although Mephistopheles did feign a groan of pain just for the heck of it). Sneaking up behind the other, the devil took the other by the waist and heaved her away from his master.

'Besides, did not anyone tell never EVER turn your back on an enemy?' he whispered against her neck naughtily. To Misha, he added, 'I'll be taking this parakeet to my own place~ Have fun~' he grinned at the Serbia before dragging the Empress-ruled Persona to somewhere any human shouldn't know lest they wish to be scarred for life.

Misha, on the other hand was already getting busy with what he wanted. Licking over the crease of Sonja's lips, he had the urge of wanting even more and ended up bowing over to that desire in a snap. Raspily breathing over her skin, and with one hand still holding her wrists firmly above her head, he hovered his lips over the flushed skin and up to her ears.

"Sonja...~" he whispered huskily before flicking a tongue over the lobe and going down further. His free hand roaming over her torso while sneaking a calloused hand over her heated skin.

She gasped and heaved out a breathless moan. "S-stop it... please..." She squirmed, melting into his touches. "Binesi, withdraw... WITHDRAW!" She cried inside her head, thinking wishfully that her persona could hear it. She can still manage this. But what will she do if her persona disappear?

Her thigh twitched as the other touched and traced her sensitive skin. "A-ahh--" She made another attempt to struggle from his tight grip. Sonja looked him right into the eyes with a glare then asked him. "W-what do you want?"

The Serbian looked down at the half Russian with heavily lidded blue eyes, "Simple. You." he replied as he swooped back down to kissed her again this time his tongue playfully brushed over the crease of her lips to ask to be let in while his free hand moved further upward from inside her blouse to give her breast a firm squeeze against the fabric of her brassier.

The more Misha explored the younger's body the more he wanted to have her. It was addicting. Too addicting to be precise. This is bad but he can't seem to stop himself, no matter how much his sensible side would tell him off.

It didn't take long until he managed to partly expose the younger's body underneath him and for the first time a blush crept up to his cheeks as he stared down at the girl benath him.

"Me?" Sonja kept silent afterwards. Why her? It's just her body, right? Like those boys who kept pestering her about how hot she when she wears skimpy clothes. The Russian felt as if her heart were diced to pieces. That's what everyone wanted anyway. She just inwardly sighed at this and forcefully pulled her hand away from his grasp.

"Do as you want, just let my persona go after this." She said this in Russian then cupped the other's chin shakily and kissed him softly. Her fingers traced his features gently and stopped when her hand fell loosely on his chest. Shades of deep red crept on her cheeks as he kissed him more, slowly getting spellbound by the sweetness of his lips.

"I'm sorry, Binesi..." She thought sadly as a tear fell from the edge of her eye.

He pulled away slightly, aware on how salty the kisses her starting to be. Breathing hard in an effort to control himself, he looked down at the Russian beneath him, somewhat dreading to see something he'd both hate and love. Sadly, enough he had to see just that.

"...Sonja..." was the only thing that escaped his lips. However, the name itself was spoken in a soft and sweet manner. Somewhat close to how a lover can say it.

Sonja opened her eyes then stared at the other's deep blue irises. "W-what?" She was frowning. The half-Russian remained her tough exterior despite feeling scared. She could actually kick him off now by using her good leg, but somehow, the soothing tone that came out the man's parched lips seemed to calm her down even for a little bit; It opted her from scheming to pry him away violently. "We're all occasionally bad, da?" Sonja said softly, giving him rueful smile.

The look on her face deeply reminded of someone he had met some years back but unfortunately he cannot recall her face anymore. It made him feel remorse, a feeling in which he though he already got rid off. He wanted to let go of her because he had a feeling he'll be burned if he pressed on but somehow he found himself leaning back in for a much gentler kiss.

His hands stopped their roaming as well as iron grip and found themselves a place on either side of Sonja. The situation was somewhat turning into some kind of irony for the mad doctor was starting to turn into a gentle puppy.

'Sonja....' he repeated softly, kissing her with gentleness again. Why was it so familiar? What was he forgetting?